Sunday, January 18, 2009
This is my Primo.
He turns 8 today. He's a wonderful boy. He's caring, funny and smart. He can make his own breakfast. He can pour his own milk. He's at a funny age now. He still wants to snuggle at bedtime and crawl into my lap, but he's getting too large to fit in my lap. He is a delight. Look at that handsome face. Look at that gap-toothed smile. How can you not love him?
Do you know why he is smiling so big in this picture?
Because the day before his birthday, he had the fastest Pinewood Derby car in his den. He's a very proud Wolf Cub Scout. And his dad and I are so proud of him, too. We love him to pieces. He was our honeymoon surprise. And we wouldn't have him any other way. I love you, baby-who's-not-really-a-baby-anymore. May God bless you with a wonderful life!